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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
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0 posted 2011-02-09 08:05 AM


He stood; naked,
afraid, and alone.
Should he go back or forward.
Instead of doing either
he placed his hand on the bridge's railing,
hoping his knees wouldn't give way.
A terrifying dread overcame him.
He leaned forward,
trying to steady himself,
the noise; ferocious.
He knew he shouldn't,
tried not to,
but he cast his eyes down and beheld the rapids.
Wait.
But wait.
The foaming water was not rapids at all.
Oh no, it was only a languid little stream.
It was foaming and churning because of all the
drowning Libidos and accompanying Egos.

Please, what do you want from me?

No one answered him.
Didn't expect them to.
He stared down at the horrible scene below,
hundreds,
no thousands of perishing Libidos
screamed for one more chance.
To be able to go back,
go back to the very perversion
which had sent them to their watery grave in the first place.
Defiant and lustful to the absolute end
is mankind's absorption with skin against skin.
The traveler allowed his eyes to linger
On the scene below,
to not do so he would have had to look into himself.
He gulped a few quick,
intense, mouthfuls of air,
leaned further over the railing,
into the turbulence below
as if he were seeing the very last thing left on earth.
Rank odor emitted from the water now,
an odor which could mean only death and decay.
Suddenly he saw something scurrying from the stream.
Then another.
And more.
Egos making a mad dash for . . . where?
Where could an Ego go if it had no body to prod and to push?
Still, they were leaving the water
by the hundreds, maybe thousands,
looking so comical
the traveler laughed aloud in spite of his own calamitous situation.
The egos bounced ahead without feet,
a kaleidoscope of colors, mostly black,
dark blues or heavy greens,
no wimpy colors for the Egos of the world.
And the noise!
Deafening.
How could Egos make sounds?
But they did.
Angry sounds,
like jet planes screaming inside his head.
Then suddenly,
they stopped.
The traveler watched in fascination and horror
as the Egos became too big for themselves
and burst into gore and globs of Ego matter.
Then they were gone;
seeping down the bank into the stream.
What had been fetid odors wafting from below
gave way to a different fragrance;
the lingering smell of All The Lovers he had known.
The combined smell was at first pleasant and satisfying,
taking the traveler back to better times,
the sensuousness of women's caresses.
Faces flooded his thoughts.
Headless, naked bodies fought for dominance inside his head,
until there was only one left.
It was grotesque.
Looked neither feminine or anything remotely close to it.
It was a misshapen apparition,
but it did have a head,
and the face on the head was recognizable.
See? The face spoke.
I am your lover, can you not see that?
I am the only thing you have ever loved.
I am you.


[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (02-09-2011 08:44 AM).]

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Dark Stranger
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since 2001-03-19
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West Coast
1 posted 2011-02-09 12:39 PM


leggo my eggo..or is it my ego..interesting slight of hand here with glass and mirrors JP..
Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
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2 posted 2011-02-09 03:33 PM


OMG! Jerry that was incredible! I could go on and on...Too cool buddy.
Lori

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
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3 posted 2011-02-09 04:09 PM


Haha! Thanks for the chuckle, D.S., and for reading and commenting.

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No need to go on and on, Lori, that is quite enough. Appreciate it.

~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~

faithmairee
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since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441
Poe Haven, USA
4 posted 2011-02-09 07:42 PM


you are an amazing story-teller...i love it

There must be a poem in here somewhere.

Sunshine
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Listening to every heart
5 posted 2011-02-09 07:45 PM


Sadly enough, this reminded me of a real life situation back in the 70's..but enough said. It hits, it's hard, its truth.

And thank you, Sir, for peeking into the archives.




JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
6 posted 2011-02-09 07:50 PM


Thank you, Sunshine, only two more of these to go. I understand the reality of this posting, that is basically where it came from. You are more than welcome, I thoroughly enjoyed myself as I wandered in the archives.

~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
7 posted 2011-02-09 07:50 PM


Faith, thanks, like I said to Sunshine, only two more to go.

~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~

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